It’s the type of thing that most of us might be afraid to talk about – myself included. So let’s talk about it.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.
We use phrases like “they love me in their own way” or “deep down, he means well”…
This is the type of lesson you only understand as life plays out.
Once you let go of the notion that only certain people in certain spots in your life can be designated as family members, the world feels more inclusive than ever before.
Had you told me five years ago that I would be writing this blog today, I would never have believed you.
If it seems like there aren’t many things to say to make the parent of a child on the Autism spectrum feel better, that’s because there aren’t.